Sometimes, I don't even have to be working to have a calamity to add to my resume. In the moment, these things were NOT funny... in retrospect, though, some of them are.
I was on my way to an interview. I was in the heart of downtown. I was crossing a street. It was a particularly windy day and I had on a rather billowy skirt. A gust of wind came along and blew my skirt right up into my face. Yep. Undergarments exposed to the world (yes, they were clean) but as I batted the skirt back down I saw the absolutely horrified businessman who had been crossing the street slightly behind me. He muttered "disGUSting" as he scurried past. It wasn't as if I flashed downtown on purpose, ok? It was a "wardrobe malfunction".
I got to the building I was looking for, rode the elevator up, hit the ladies room to make sure I wasn't looking too "wind tunnel" and went down the hall to my interview. The receptionist ushered me into the posh corner office of... that's right... the disGUSted businessman. Who looked at me and said "I think we both know we have nothing to discuss", stood up and ushered me out the door.
That, my friends, was the shortest interview I've ever had. But, let's face it, who wants to work for someone who blames you for an act of nature?
My second interview that day, which I had the ability to access via the skyway system, thus saving me from having to brave the elements once again, went off without a hitch. I didn't get the job, but at least I didn't have to face someone who'd seen my underwear!